I'M AS RESTLESS
AS A WILLOW IN
A WIND STORM
I'M AS JUMPY AS
A PUPPET ON A STRING
I'D SAY THAT
I HAD SPRING FEVER
BUT I KNOW
IT ISN'T SPRING
I AM STARRY-EYED
AND VAGUELY
DISCONTENTED
LIKE A NIGHTINGALE
WITHOUT A SONG
TO SING
OH WHY SHOULD I HAVE
SPRING FEVER
WHEN IT ISN'T
EVEN SPRING
I KEEP WISHING
I WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE
WALKING DOWN
A STRANGE NEW STREET
HEARING WORDS THAT
I HAVE NEVER HEARD
FROM A GIRL
I'VE YET TO MEET
I'M AS DIZZY AS A SPIDER
SPINNING DAYDREAMS
I'M AS GIDDY AS
A BABY ON A SWING
I HAVEN'T SEEN A
CROCUS OR A ROSEBUD
OR A ROBIN ON THE WING
STILL I FEEL SO GAY
IN A MELANCHOLY WAY
THAT IT MIGHT AS WELL
BE SPRING
IT MIGHT AS WELL
BE SPRING